Nostalgia for the Infinite
-by Christina Davis
Each time we moved,
I wanted to come back as a tree
and each time we stayed, as a bird.
Does anyone ever ask to return as himself again?
I wanted to be a tree
and myself-seeing-the-tree,
a bird and myself-being-the-bird.
O creatures-in-law...
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